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All Windows – No Doors

All windows, no doors.
too many people look out
never invite love to come in.
They gather together
a meaningless mass
sharing their beautiful shapes.
Only images can be seen
frames of cold steel, panes of glass.
Where are the doors?
Are they bolted and locked
closed by fear and hate?
The curtains are drawn
only reflections are seen.
No way to enter
all windows, no doors.